My Personal Storm

The raindrops pound gently all over my skin,
in the war of life I fear I never shall win.
I could run away from myself and the storm,
but then I'd lose the only one who's ever kept me warm.
It's a life of sadness for freedom to spare;
but is it worth hurting the select few that care?
I've hurt so many already,
what's a few more?
but then I go numb,
my body is sore.
I'll deal with the pain, the hurt, and the tears;
with a glimmer of hope it'll get better in years.





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Veritytrue said...
Sept. 29, 2009 at 7:17 pm
Great job! This is an angle that I think many can relate to at one point or another in their lives. I, for one, know the feeling. I think the poem is long enough for the message to sink in, but short enough to leave it ringing! Keep up the good work, and don't give up hope!
 
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